Chapter 51: Targeted Sparring: Holy Fire Divine Weapon

Arriving at the Soul Fighting Arena.

Nan Feihuang saw the others who had been waiting there for a long time; Oslo also walked behind Yu Tianheng.

Although he was currently a lackey to Nan Feihuang, that was only because of a debt; the true boss in his heart was still Yu Tianheng.

Xun Yu saw Ye Lingling and nodded with a smile, but he did not go over, remaining behind Nan Feihuang instead. After all, although he was moved by Ye Lingling, he was not a sycophant; the previous gambling debt was just to let her know his feelings.

From here on out, relying on flattery was useless; it was time for him to demonstrate his own excellence.

Moreover, the two sides had not yet fully integrated and were somewhat distinct; if he were to stand on the opposite side for a woman at this time, then Nan Feihuang's side would be left with only him.

In Xun Yu's heart, Ye Lingling was absolutely not more important than Nan Feihuang.

He was a person whose loyalty outweighed his emotions.

"Brother Nan, welcome." Yu Tianheng cupped his hands, very politely. Today, he did not radiate the arrogant traits of his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family; yesterday, Nan Feihuang had beaten him into submission, and arrogance could not be directed at someone stronger than oneself.

Nan Feihuang's gaze tightened, "Senior Yu, you are glowing with divine light today; it seems your cultivation has had a breakthrough?"

Speaking of this, Yu Tianheng could not help but reveal a trace of pride and gratitude, "That's right. Yesterday's battle gave me some insights. After returning to cultivate for a night, my soul power not only recovered but also broke through its limit; I have now reached level 32."

"Then congratulations, Senior Yu!" Nan Feihuang laughed.

There were still about three or four years until Yu Tianheng's original debut; with some effort, perhaps he could surpass his original level 39 and become a Soul Ancestor.

"Alright, let's save the pleasantries for later. Feihuang, Student Xun, today is your first time participating in my Imperial Fighting Team training. Today, we will focus on you, letting you experience my training methods," Qin Ming said. "Feihuang, come up to the Fighting Spirit Platform with me first."

"Understood, Teacher Qin!" Nan Feihuang and Qin Ming walked onto the Fighting Spirit Platform together and stood face to face.

Five spirit rings—two yellow and three purple—flickered on Qin Ming's body. He had not yet reached the Soul Emperor realm from his original appearance; he was only a Soul King.

It was a pity that, given his talent, his fifth spirit ring was actually a purple thousand-year spirit ring.

This kind of spirit ring configuration would inevitably affect his foundation. Becoming an ordinary Title Douluo was still possible, just like the two Douluo of the Spirit Hall, Snake Spear and Puffer, or the later Giant Strength Douluo Cheng Gang; none of them had the optimal spirit ring configuration.

However, wanting to become a Super Douluo would be difficult.

In any case, Nan Feihuang had never seen a level 95 or higher Super Douluo without an optimal spirit ring configuration.

"Fifth soul skill, Holy Fire Divine Weapon!" Qin Ming directly unleashed his fifth soul skill. Firelight flickered in his hand, and the next moment, a long halberd appeared in his grip.

"This is... a simulation-type soul skill?" Nan Feihuang was surprised. This was a quite rare soul skill; he hadn't expected Qin Ming to possess it. In that case, his fifth spirit ring was, at least in terms of temporary strength enhancement, not much worse than a ten-thousand-year spirit ring.

It was just that this soul skill was somewhat flashy but lacked substance. It was useful in the early stages, but in the later stages, the weapon formed by flames was not strong enough. The so-called foundation of a hundred schools of martial arts was fast and simple to learn, but it actually lacked power. Once one reached the level of a Spirit Saint and opened the Spirit Avatar on the battlefield, this soul skill would likely be nothing more than a vase.

"That's right, Feihuang. My fifth soul skill can shape my flames, simulating various weapons, or even dragon claws, leopard claws, snake-tail whips, and so on," Qin Ming said. "Although this move doesn't increase my attack power by much, it gives me a versatile fighting style and a teaching method that tailors instruction to the individual."

Having said that, Qin Ming raised the halberd and thrust it toward Nan Feihuang.

Nan Feihuang hurriedly summoned the Peerless Fangtian Halberd to block. Although his martial soul was much more formidable than the halberd Qin Ming had conjured, he was, after all, only a Great Soul Master, and his strength was far inferior to Qin Ming, a Soul King. On the first strike, although he successfully blocked Qin Ming's attack, he was still shaken back several meters.

Qin Ming smiled slightly and swung the long halberd again, displaying a set of long-weapon techniques. They were far inferior to the Single-Handed Eighteen Picks, but Qin Ming used them with extreme proficiency.

As expected of a top student, Nan Feihuang estimated that in order to adapt to his fifth soul skill, Qin Ming had dabbled in techniques for swords, blades, whips, claws, long weapons, and short weapons.

Although he only learned basic techniques, as long as the strength was great enough and the speed fast enough, basic martial arts could also exert power—at least in the early stages.

Nan Feihuang used the Single-Handed Eighteen Picks to counter Qin Ming's flame halberd; the sound of long halberds clashing echoed continuously in the Soul Fighting Arena. Suddenly, Qin Ming switched the long halberd into a short sword.

His offensive changed abruptly. It is said that one inch longer is one inch stronger, and one inch shorter is one inch more dangerous. After switching to the short sword, his technique changed from the original broad and open style to something strange and unpredictable.

Nan Feihuang had no choice but to tread the North Star Immortal Trace, dodging left and right.

At this moment, Qin Ming switched the short sword into a soft whip. The flame whip flew out and bound the handle of the Fangtian Halberd. Qin Ming pulled back with force, and the long halberd was ripped from Nan Feihuang's grip.

Nan Feihuang used his intent to retract his martial soul and was just about to summon it again when a giant flame golden wheel spun toward him, grazing the right side of his head and cutting off three strands of hair.

If this had truly been on a battlefield, Nan Feihuang would have already been decapitated.

It seemed that with his current strength as a Great Soul Master, he could defeat Spirit Masters in seconds, crush Great Soul Masters, and it wouldn't be difficult to win against an average Soul Elder. He could contend with Soul Ancestors, but facing a high-level Soul King, there was still a gap.

"Feihuang, it seems that most of what you've done before were head-on combat simulations. You are somewhat lacking in responding to strange and dangerous moves. Also, your footwork, while exquisite, is clearly not cultivated to a very high realm; when using it, there are far too many unnecessary and large movements. This will cause your stamina to drain excessively," Qin Ming shouted. "From today on, I will conduct special training for you every day using different weapons. You must learn to respond to my weapon changes at any time and become familiar with your own footwork. No matter what move I use to attack you, you must be able to respond with the fastest speed, achieving the level of One Halberd Breaks Ten Thousand Blades."

"Yes, Teacher Qin!" Nan Feihuang said happily. He hadn't expected Qin Ming's fifth soul skill training to be so targeted.

Engaging in combat with Qin Ming was like simulating real combat with various types of Spirit Masters, making up for the practical experience he currently lacked most.

As a weapon on the battlefield, only through countless battles could the power of halberd techniques be unleashed. If Nan Feihuang relied only on his own daily individual practice, even if he practiced for another two and a half years, it would all be in vain.

At this moment, he could feel that in the battles against Qin Ming's various weapons, his mastery of the Single-Handed Eighteen Picks was getting better and better, and his footwork was becoming more proficient.

Perhaps it wouldn't be long before both of his martial arts reached perfection. By then, he would be able to encounter more advanced martial arts without affecting his cultivation progress.

"Alright, Feihuang, you go down first. Student Xun, you come up." Qin Ming called Xun Yu up.

"Student Xun, your martial soul is very special. Since you can summon soldiers and convert military talismans, why doesn't the teacher pass on his various weapon techniques to your soldiers? Although what the teacher has learned are all basics, I think this is more suitable for your soldiers, isn't it?"

"The teacher is right; I had intended to do this as well." Xun Yu nodded. This was the training method he had already envisioned for his martial soul.

His fighting style relied on his soldiers, so his own combat techniques were actually unimportant; the soldiers were the key.

This Qin Ming, having mastered various types of basic moves, was indeed the most suitable teacher for him.

(End of chapter)